Chapter 3 Soul Saint Level Expert?! Just a roadside figure! The crushing power of cultivation systems!
The world of Shrouding the Heavens, outside the Undying Mountain.
Zhang Tiezhu had been completely blinded by greed.
At this moment, his soul power had unknowingly broken through to level fifty!
Soul King!
In just a few minutes, he went from Soul Master to Soul King!
This overwhelming sense of power made him feel invincible.
"They're mine! They're all mine!"
Zhang Tiezhu laughed loudly and pounced directly on the seven-colored flower.
It was getting closer.
Closer now.
Ten meters.
Five meters.
All the viewers on the Douluo Continent held their breath, some even closing their eyes in envy, not wanting to see this minor character soar to great heights.
However.
Just when Zhang Tiezhu was only three meters away from the seven-colored flower.
A sudden change occurred!
No guardian beasts jumped out.
There were no traps triggered.
Simply because he got close.
The seven-colored flower seemed to sense the presence of a living being, swaying slightly and its seven-colored light brightening a little.
It was this glimmer of light.
There was no sound.
Zhang Tiezhu, who was running and laughing wildly, froze instantly.
His smile was still on his face.
But his body looked as if it had undergone millions of years of weathering.
Under everyone's watchful eyes.
It dried out and cracked instantly.
The once plump flesh and blood turned to ashes in an instant.
Snap.
The half-eaten steamed bun he had been holding fell to the ground.
Zhang Tiezhu had completely disappeared.
It turned into a handful of dust, scattered on the black stone.
A gentle breeze blew by, leaving nothing behind.
Only that seven-colored flower continued to bloom quietly, beautiful, alluring, and deadly.
Dead silence.
The entire Douluo Continent fell into a deathly silence.
The cold voice of Heaven rang out at just the right moment:
Zhang Tiezhu, deceased.
[Cause of death: Unable to withstand the overflowing energy of the immortal herb.]
Boom!
The sound was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.
Countless people felt their scalps tingle, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet straight to their heads.
Dead?
A Soul King, just like that, died?
He didn't even let out a scream?
Just because... he got close to that flower?
"What... what kind of place is this?!"
Dai Mubai was pale and slumped into a chair, sweating profusely.
"Is that paradise? It's hell!"
"That's terrifying... a level 50 Soul King, not even ashes left?"
Tang San's face also turned pale, and the last trace of greed in his heart was instantly extinguished by fear.
A wisp of overflowing energy?
A mere wisp of aura could instantly kill a Soul King?
What level of treasure was it exactly?
Was that something that humans could touch?
Fear was spreading.
But then...
Some quick-thinking people, however, thought of another aspect.
"Wait..."
"According to the rules of Heaven, there are only five spots available."
"Zhang Tiezhu is dead now..."
"Doesn't that mean there's a vacancy?"
The moment this thought crossed their minds, the eyes of the previously fearful crowd began to change again.
That was an even more insane greed.
Although dangerous.
Even though they might die.
But... that was a treasure that could really level you up instantly!
Even a good-for-nothing like Zhang Tiezhu could level up to level 50.
What if it were me?
As long as you're careful and don't touch anything too weird.
Does that mean I'll survive?
Does that mean I'll get a chance to defy fate?
Countless people swallowed hard, staring intently at the sky, their eyes gleaming with a gambler's red light.
"Choose another one!"
"Pick me! Pick me!"
"I'm not afraid of death! Let me go!"
In an instant, the entire Douluo Continent was in an uproar.
...
Above the sky, golden text scrolled once more.
Zhang Tiezhu's death was like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the greed in most people's hearts.
But a small number of desperate individuals still had an even more crazed glint in their eyes.
That was gambling with your life.
If you won the bet, you'd rise to the top in one step.
[Drawing the next lucky winner...]
[Draw complete!]
A grand sound faded away.
A golden light pierced through the clouds and landed directly in an unnamed mountain forest.
The light faded.
A burly middle-aged man came into view.
His seven spirit rings pulsed rhythmically, and the powerful fluctuations of his spirit energy caused the surrounding trees to bend over.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"It's me! It's actually me!"
Han Yu laughed wildly, his face trembling with excitement.
He was Han Yu, a level 75 Soul Saint.
Although not as dazzling as a Title Douluo, he was still a powerful figure in the Douluo Continent, used to lording it over others.
At that moment, he felt that he was the true chosen one.
That Zhang Tiezhu was nothing but a level 30 piece of trash; he deserved to die.
I am a Soul Saint!
I will definitely be able to make a name for myself in this so-called vast and boundless world.
"Come on! Let me see what makes this supreme plane so different!"
Han Yu opened his arms and actively welcomed the beam of light that was being transmitted.
Buzz!
A flash of light.
His figure vanished instantly.
...
The images flowed.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, eager to see what would happen to this Soul Saint expert.
This was a land of crimson red.
The earth was riddled with huge craters, and the air was thick with the smell of burning sulfur and rusty metal.
Jingle bells! Jingle bells!
The crisp tapping sounds continued incessantly.
Han Yu appeared in a huge mine pit.
Before he could even get a good look at his surroundings, a wave of heat hit him, making his mouth and throat dry.
Where was this?
Han Yu frowned and looked around.
All around were ragged people wielding pickaxes, digging vigorously for a dark red ore.
On a high platform not far away.
Several young people dressed in blue Taoist robes stood there.
Their expressions were indifferent, and they held long whips that gleamed coldly in their hands, looking down at the group of miners from their high vantage point.
One of the young men glanced around and spotted Han Yu, who had just appeared.
He frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
"That new guy."
What are you staring at?
"Hurry up and get down there to mine! If you don't hand over ten catties of source stones today, you can forget about dinner."
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone of command.
Han Yu was stunned.
Mining?
Why would you send a dignified level 75 Soul Saint to mine?
Are you kidding me!
Wherever he went in the Douluo Continent, he was treated as an honored guest.
Even the emperors of the two great empires had to treat him with utmost respect.
This brat dared to order him around like that?
A surge of anger instantly rushed to his head.
Han Yu straightened his back, his body trembled, and seven spirit rings instantly rose from beneath his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!
The powerful burst of soul force sent the surrounding sand and stones flying.
He pointed at the young man on the platform, his anger turning into a mocking laugh:
"Boy, are you talking to me?"
"I am a level 75 Soul Saint!"
"Who do you think you are, daring to order me around?"
This scene was clearly presented to everyone in the Douluo Continent through the live broadcast on the sky screen.
Countless people felt their blood boiling.
[end of the chapter]